Chapter 53: Journey to the South (2)

  Han Zhiqian looked very serious, as if he wanted to see through the wool. At this moment, the boss brought in another man, about fifty years old, of medium build, wearing a dark blue Tang suit made of satin, with a refined and elegant demeanor, holding a folding fan, looking at the stones in the warehouse. "Slap" closed the fan, inserted it behind his neck, ran forward, suddenly his eyes lit up, became excited.

  "The goods the boss brought this time look pretty good!" he said.

  "This is hard to say, it depends on your discerning eye." The boss said shrewdly.

  "Haha..." The old man burst out laughing. "Ah! Young friend has also arrived." He said when he saw Han Zhiqian.

  "Yes!" Han Zhiqian and he chatted for half a day before they each looked at the wool fabrics.

  "It's so boring!" Han Zhiqian looked at Fang Moeun, who was doing nothing, with some embarrassment. "I thought..."

  "It's nothing!" Fang Mo Nan waved his hand, "You take care of yourself, I'm fine." Afraid that he wouldn't believe him, he raised his hand to guarantee it, "Really."

  Han Zhiqian felt relieved and picked up the magnifying glass again to carefully examine the wool.

  They say it's hard for immortals to cut off a small piece of jade, but Fang Mo didn't know what her luck was like. She didn't go towards the big pile of wool, but instead went towards a small pile of wool in the corner.

  "Are these also for betting?" Fang Mo Nan pointed at this pile of wool, the largest one was about half the size of a brick, and the smallest one was about the size of a quail egg.

  The boss thought for a moment, "Miss, these are all screened, the probability of jade is not high." He said kindly. "However, if you want to gamble, it's 10 yuan per piece."

  "Liangzi, you're really wicked! Bullying a little girl like me isn't right." The old man said with a smile.

  "Mr. Han brought his friends, five yuan a piece." The boss said again: "Gambling, I'm also doing business here."

  "Thank you, I'm just taking a look." Fang Mo Nan thanked him for his kindness. Since it had already been selected before, the probability of getting jade was very small. Although Fang Mo Nan didn't have X-ray vision now, his sixth sense was still very strong. By picking up the stone, he could feel whether there was jade or not, but as for the quality, he couldn't guarantee it.

  She held up a piece of dark, charcoal-like wool with her two hands, about the size of a goose egg, and felt it carefully, finding jade inside.

  "Boss, I'll bet." Fang Mo's clear and crisp voice rang out, startling everyone. She nodded at Han Zhiqian, who handed five dollars to the boss.

  "Miss, want to untie?" The boss took the money and walked forward.

  "Open it!" Fang Mo Nan said calmly, she also wanted to know what kind of jade was hidden inside.

  The boss took away the wool, came to the front of the stone removal machine, carefully wiped it, and then began to remove the stone bit by bit. From time to time, he washed it with clear water and continued to remove the stone. The original wool was not big, and soon a red jade about the size of an egg yolk appeared before the eyes of the four people.

  Orthodox old pit glass, unfortunately it's red, bright and gorgeous, with specks of golden light mixed in, revealing a sharp and unapologetic edge, as if hiding a sun bursting out of the morning clouds, dazzling and making one dare not look directly.

  "Ah! This is a golden pheasant!" the old man exclaimed, "What a pity it's too small, only suitable for making some small ornaments." "Little sister, do you want to buy this?"

  "I won't sell it. I've never seen such a beautiful stone before. I won't sell it." Fang Mengnan said childishly, and quickly put it in his pocket, afraid that he would snatch it away.

  Everyone burst out laughing, and then they looked at him seriously. He was just a kid, maybe he really did have good luck.

  He looked at Han Zhiqian with a puzzled expression and explained: "Jin Si Hong Fei, as the name suggests, has gold mixed in with the jade. The natural conditions that form the mine and the jade are of course different, but the wonder of nature is not something we can understand. Occasionally, there are some natural conditions under which jade contains pure gold, and this type of jade is called Jin Si Fei - of course, even if it's Jin Si Fei, its true value depends on various factors such as the quality of the jade itself, the purity and brightness of its color, and the distribution of the gold threads. He continued: "This one has a pure and bright color, with a smooth and even gold thread inside, everything is so harmonious and perfect, flawless." He shook his head regretfully and said: "It's a bit small."

  Han Zhiqian smiled and said: "Nan Nan's luck is not bad, the first time has such a big harvest. Worth it."

  The boss was also delighted, his eyes gleaming with excitement, thinking about how many people this would attract if it got out!

  "Boss, I don't care how you spin this outside, but you're not allowed to leak our information."

  The boss hastily nodded and bowed, "Mr. Han, understood, understood."

  Fang Mo Nan knew his own abilities were at that level and stopped testing himself. He sat on a small stool, watching Han Zhi Qian pick out wool.

  "Boss! How much is this wool?" Fang Mo Nan's sweet and gentle voice rang out.

  "The wool chosen by Mr. Han costs over 100 yuan per kilogram," said the boss respectfully.

  Fang Monan thought she was deaf, dug her ears, "Say it again." Listening to the boss say it again, Fang Monan's eyes shone brightly, almost brighter than the golden silk red peony in her hand.

  At that time, the amount of Burmese jade exported was only a few million US dollars. There was no crazy forgery in later generations, and such untraceable purchases were completely feasible. Moreover, there was also an expert named Han Zhiqian who could operate it.

  Finally, Han Zhiqian chose two large pieces of wool, which were slightly inferior to glass in terms of clarity and water head after being opened, but were as transparent as ice and also belonged to high-end jadeite, with the advantage of having a larger block.

  The two of them left satisfied, sitting in the car, Fang Mo Nan said: "Brother Han, can we buy out these jade wool materials?" The country is still struggling to make ends meet, who has the mood to deal with these things? But she clearly knows the crazy price of these stones.

  Han Zhiqian pulled over and stopped the car. "Nan Nan, if you want to play, come on! Acquire the jade wool. Wait a minute!" Han Zhiqian thought for a long time, "It's doable!"

  "Of course, we made a fortune in paper money, but with inflation and rising prices, it'll soon be worthless. This stuff is just a pile of useless paper." Fang Mo Nan cursed loudly, "Things like jade, antiques, calligraphy and paintings are all severely undervalued, get in now and you'll make a killing."

  Han Zhiqian said, "You're really a little money enthusiast, but what you said is also the truth. These things are non-renewable and have no risk of depreciation. I'll remember this." He turned the car around and drove back, directly buying all the remaining jade materials from Old Master Feicui.

  Fang Mo Nan smiled and said: "You're getting anxious."

  Han Zhiqian also felt anxious and said, "He's here to buy goods, of course we have to rush first, if we're late, the people from Hong Kong and Taiwan will pick out all the good stuff, what's left will be nothing but leftovers."

  Fang Mo Nan handed over the red pendant from his pocket to Han Zhi Qian, "Help me turn it into a pendant, and also unravel that piece of wool I mentioned earlier."

  "Go!" Han Zhiqian said. Just now when moving wool to the car, Fang Mennai had been sitting under his butt all along.

  It's time to go, it's already September. Actually, she didn't want to leave. Once she goes home, her mom will send her to elementary school. Let's drag it out! Whatever happens, happens.

  By the end of September, no matter what, I had to leave, otherwise my mother would have killed me. Before leaving, I called Cheng Shigui and registered a $200 million fund company in the United States, named "Black Panther Fund". For Cheng Shigui and others still in New York, what they lacked least was a fund company. Someone once said that America's greatest specialty is the dollar, and its most developed industry is finance. The process of registering the company went very smoothly, who would have thought that the famous fund company would start from here?

  Fang Morsouth instructed him to use the established fund company to acquire stocks of Microsoft, Dell, Cisco and other companies that would later become famous. The more stocks they could absorb, the better. At this time, some of these companies may not have been founded yet or were still very small, which was their opportunity.

  After finishing all these things, the remaining money turned to Asia. Hong Kong is now in the dark before dawn, taking the opportunity to acquire property companies that are about to go bankrupt, and of course, Japan cannot be forgotten, next year's 'Plaza Accord' will definitely make a fortune again. Putting down the phone, Fang Mengnan stretched his waist, this time he really should leave.

  "Knock knock!" The door creaked open. "The door isn't locked, come in." Fang Mengnan's clear and crisp voice called out loudly.

  "Huh? Brother Han, how did you get here?" Fang Mo Nan said upon seeing the person arrive, "The ticket has been purchased."

  "Ah! Tomorrow morning's train." Han Zhiqian sat down, scratching his head, "And there's something else, remember that person Yan Guangxing!"

  "Oh! I remember, last time we came he played with us, Liangzi owes him a lot of favors. What's his business?" Fang Mo'nan asked curiously, blinking his eyes. "What's his background? Judging from his behavior and speech, his family shouldn't be ordinary."

  "Your eyes are really sharp, his father is in the official circle, and his position is not low. You also know that this generation does not want to mix with officials, they just want to make money." Han Zhiqian paused and said: "More is he wants to do something for his family to see!"

  "What does this have to do with me?" Fang Mo Nan tilted his head, "You're not expecting me to come up with a plan, are you?!"

  "Nan Jie" is wise," said Han Zhiqian, sitting down with a humble attitude, "your vision is sharper than mine, and you have a deeper understanding of the national situation, which makes you stronger than me."

  "What's on your mind? Got any good ideas?" Fang Mo Nan asked, sitting cross-legged on the sofa.

  "It's really a good idea." Han Zhiqian looked at the multi-national magazines on the coffee table, "SUPERMARKET, and Beijing has just opened its first one. The market prospects are very bright."

  Fang Mo Nan thought to himself, if he wanted to get ahead in official circles, he really needed help. Moreover, that young man, despite his carefree and smiling appearance, was actually a strong player who could disguise himself, and it wasn't possible to discern his family background from his demeanor, which didn't have the slightest hint of arrogance or swagger.

  "This choice is pretty good, but I don't know if others will appreciate it," said Fang Mo Nan.

  "Then I'll leave it to you to write a plan!" Han Zhijian hastily climbed up the pole and said, fearing that she would refuse, he added: "I'm too busy, no time."

  Fang Mo Nan shook his head with a smile and remained silent.

  Han Zhiqian didn't refuse, so he must have agreed. "Sigh! To be honest, I really don't want you to leave!" He looked reluctant.

  "It's a meal you don't want to part with!" Fang Mo Nan said with a smile.

  "Yes! You're gone, where can we still eat such delicious food?" Han Zhiqian clicked his tongue, he originally thought it was her grandmother who cooked the meal, until this time when he saw her personally cooking around the stove, only then did he know that the delicious and appetizing dishes came from her hands.

  Fang Mo Nan shrugged and spread her hands out in a helpless gesture.

  Before Fang Mornan boarded the train, he handed over a 20,000-word plan to Han Zhiqian and others. They watched as the train departed, returned to the car, and Yan Guangxing took out the plan book and overseas magazines and newspapers given by Fang Mornan, which had detailed supermarket promotional flyers and advertisements on them, making it more intuitive! He read for a whole hour.

  "Thanks! I'll take care of this business. I didn't know that stores could do things like this." Yan Guangxing said excitedly, based on his experience accompanying Liangzi and others to purchase goods over the years, he was very aware of how great the business opportunities were here.

  The plan book given by Fang Mo Nan was tailor-made for him, and also because of his father's relationship, at this time the materials were in short supply, and it was really impossible to start without them.

  Don't look down on small business, it has a great future, but you also have to see if he knows his goods or not.

  Han Zhiqian took a look at the plan book, and he was so excited that his blood was boiling and his heart was itchy. "This has great potential, Matthew and I can also help you, contact well-known foreign brands to settle in, I believe people with vision will not let go."

  Forget it, I have enough of my own problems, and there's no end to making money.

  When Fang Mo Nan came, there were autumn red leaves accompanying him. When he left, he had to go alone. He said that Han Zhiqian and others also disagreed, but in the end, the fat man escorted her home. In fact, it was not necessary at all. There was no way for everyone to agree, so she could only accept.

  As October approaches, the train travels further north, and the autumn scenery becomes more breathtaking. The countryside is bathed in a warm, golden light, with the rustling of leaves and the gentle breeze carrying the scent of autumn. The corn stalks stand tall, while the fields are ablaze with the remnants of harvested crops. Even the birds, such as magpies and sparrows, seem to be infused with the spirit of autumn. The endless expanse of fields stretches out before one's eyes, like a vast canvas painted by nature itself.

  They were sitting in a soft sleeper, actually just the two of them. The door was open and the wind blew through, cool and comfortable.

  Fang Mo Nan and Pang Zi were leaning against the bed, each flipping through a book they had brought along. The train ride was too long, so it was just right to pass the time.

  Fang Mengnan is reading a collection of Chinese classical literature categorized by dynasty, specifically the Song Dynasty volume. Pangzi is reading "A General History of China".

  "Hehe... Fatty also loves reading now." Fang Mo Nan said with a smile.

  "It wasn't until I came out and met more people that I realized I was almost illiterate. In order not to fall too far behind, I started reading." Fatso scratched his head in embarrassment, "I can still manage to read these history books."

  "Borrowing from the past to understand the present, 'using copper as a mirror can correct one's clothes and hat, using the past as a mirror can know rise and fall, using people as a mirror can clarify gains and losses, using history as a mirror can know prosperity and decline.' Reading history is great!" said Fang Mengnan.

  "It's too hard for me to understand, but combining it with this not-too-long life of mine, I still have some epiphany." Fatso said with a silly smile and an air of complacency.

  "Management! Never hire people who are inferior to you. Management is about hiring people stronger than yourself to work for you. If Wu Dalang opens a shop, Wu Dalang is 1.5 meters tall, the second-level manager is 1.4 meters, the third-level manager is 1.3 meters, and the doorman is 1 meter. The leader may be the tallest in the company, but this leader is a bad leader, and such management is declining management." Fang Monan said at the right time.

  "Hehe... I understand. I've been secretly learning too! Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing." said the fatty.

  "Hmm!"

  "May I ask you a question?" The fat man felt the atmosphere was good, and she nodded again, so he asked: "Zhang Ailing also said that fame should be seized early, you can completely..."

  "Then do you know what to do when the pig gets fat?" Fang Mo Nan asked back, and upon hearing his words, her eyes lit up. She was delighted that she could influence many people, it seemed he had indeed read all sorts of books and understood the unspoken words.

  "Kill and eat." The fat man continued, then quickly covered his own mouth. "Common saying - people fear fame, pigs fear strength?"

  "If I want to be happy, I shouldn't have troubles. Being paid attention by too many people is one of the biggest troubles in life, you may not understand now, but maybe soon you will." Fang Mo Nan sighed.

  "Maybe! You're right." The fat man replied vaguely, he went back and told Liangzi about this conversation. After listening to it, Liangzi was thoroughly infected by Fang Mo Nan's casualness, elegance, magnanimity, and composure. From then on, no matter what happened in the world, Liangzi kept his heart calm and handled things in a low-key manner.

  Different life philosophies have subtly influenced those around Fang Mo Nan. High-profile actions, low-key personality.

  "Rustle... rustle..." After sitting on the train for several days, Fang Mo Nan and his friends finally arrived home. The fat guy stayed at home for one night before heading south again.

  Fang Mo Nan returned home and was scolded by his mother. Originally, she should have returned before the start of school, but she really didn't want to suffer 'torture', so she delayed until the end of September to return.

  "Alright, don't scold her anymore." Old Man Lin said: "Actually, elementary school is too easy for Nannan, going would be a waste of time."

  "Right! Old Man Lin was right!" Fang Mo Nan said fearlessly after finding support.

  "You... going to school isn't just about learning knowledge, you can also make friends!" Mom said persistently.

  "Friends..." Fang Mo Nan snorted in derision, shaking her head and saying: "Having one true friend is enough for a lifetime."

  "Alright! It's fine if you don't attend classes normally, but you must come first in the exams." Old Master Lin didn't want her to suffer either, and he wasn't sure whether it was the teachers teaching her or her teaching the teachers.

  "Alright...alright...it's settled then! I guarantee we'll all be first in our exams." Fang Mo Nan clapped his hands decisively.

  "I'll take care of this." said Old Master Lin with a sweeping gesture.

  The old mother watched them two agree on this matter, and there was no room for her to intervene. Wait until Zhengping comes back to talk about it, unexpectedly the old father also supported Fang Mennai, as a result, the old mother had to give up!

  Dad often discusses things with Old Man Lin now, and from him, Dad has seen what power is, what balance is, and what politics are. Dad has been deeply impressed by Old Man Lin's profound political insights and is convinced of his strong and flexible political tactics. He firmly believes that following his instructions will never lead to losses.

  As a result, Fang Mo Nan was also sent to the countryside for training in science and technology, which is the primary productive force, by Lin Lao Ye Zi and Wang Shu Ji together. My father brought the master from the agricultural college to the countryside every day, and not only did this year's summer grain harvest exceed last year's, but the yield per mu was also slightly higher; The technical staff of the feed factory and the experts brought by my father worked hard to guide the farmers in preventing epidemics.

  Qiu Shi's mechanical factory, pendant lamps also opened up the European market, from single color to five colors, styles include ordinary cas type, Victorian style, unique Italian style, European classical style, luxurious and majestic ancient Roman style, mysterious ancient Greek style, modern simple and elegant style, etc. Fang Mennai showed each artistic style in the pendant lamp with great skill. With its varied charm, classic elegance, home decoration, wide application, comfortable use, energy saving, environmental protection, health benefits, safety, fan and lighting two-in-one, warm in winter and cool in summer, it is deeply favored by customers, resulting in a flurry of orders pouring in.

  The machinery factory has sufficient funds and has started producing small agricultural machinery, serving the vast rural areas. The soil tillage machinery, irrigation and drainage machinery, fertilization machinery are powered, agile, with obvious price advantages, suitable for use.

  Small corn harvesters, remember when I was young, peeling corn when I was young, the adults at home used a screwdriver to poke a few times, and the corn kernels loosened, then started hand-peeling, which was painful after a long time of manual labor. With these small agricultural machines, a lot of time can be saved for other uses, increasing income.

  Wheat reaper, speed up, no need to spend the long summer days holding a sickle and bending over under the scorching sun. That's really skinning alive.

  Qiu Shi also gave her grandmother an electric dough mixer, similar to a blender, so people don't have to exert themselves to mix the dough. In the summer, steaming buns started using electricity too, and in the winter, they were still steamed in the kitchen, which was good for keeping warm.

  The days passed quietly, on Christmas Eve, Cheng Shigui and Han Zhikai arrived by car, this time bringing two new faces. One was a beautiful French-Chinese mixed-blood woman who didn't like to talk, with the Chinese name Diao Rong, brown wavy long hair, three-dimensional facial features, black eyes, and a tall figure. She stayed in Austria.

  Another one is a Chinese, Yang Fan, of medium build, with narrow eyes and single eyelids, staying in Japan. Both of them are under thirty years old.

  The location is still a farm. Renard takes Mo Bei to the mountain, saying that he is going to catch wild game, but in fact, Fang Mo Nan just raises chickens and ducks for fun.

  Cheng Shigui handed Fang Monan many documents to sign and reported, "Dell is a small company, we invested $2 million and got 30% of the shares. If the company goes public, our shares will not be diluted. Of course, we guarantee not to participate in the company's operations. Microsoft spent $20 million and also got 30% of the shares, but it was on the condition that these shares can only be bought and sold without participating in the company's operations, and cannot be sold within five years." Cheng Shigui took a sip of tea and continued, "Cisco has been established, the professor couple holds 20% of the shares, the CEO you asked me to find holds 10% of the shares, and we hold 70% of the shares. The remaining shares are held by some well-known companies, not many, all in the percentage of zero point a few."

  Fang Mo Nan exclaimed that he had made a fortune after listening, the shares of these companies in his hands, without doing anything else, could make him a carefree and wealthy person. Thinking about the future days, Fang Mo Nan was very excited, not to mention his own domestic business.

  On December 19, 1984, the Sino-British Joint Declaration was formally signed in Beijing's Great Hall of the People, with a delegation of over 100 Hong Kong community leaders attending as guests.

  Chung Sui Kwong pulled out a report, "After experiencing several years of bear market, plus the return in '97, people were on tenterhooks. We made large-scale land acquisitions and took over many bankrupt or nearly bankrupt property companies." He smiled when mentioning this, "When I went to acquire them, others thought I was foolish. Rich people all wanted to emigrate, only we jumped in."

  "What about you? How do you see it?" Fang Mo Nan asked curiously.

  "Anyway, with the backing of our motherland, for the sake of face, we can't let it collapse. Not to mention its superior geographical location and excellent conditions in all aspects, there's no reason why it shouldn't have a good future," said Cheng Gui.

  Xiao Rong and Yang Fan looked at Fang Mo Nan, now they finally believed that their boss was a little kid.

  Han Zhiqian looked at them with a mouthful of egg-like expressions, feeling a thread of 'revenge' pleasure. Hehe... just like they were back then, unbelievable.

  She excitedly told the boss about the Austrian stock market: "Boss, when I first entered Austria, it was said that there was no stock market. I and a certain Rogers were the only ones exploring all over. We entered the market in June and have risen by 125% so far."